Heart of the Immortal (GirlxGirl)

The Book of the Moon

Before they knew it they were under attack. The One-Eyed Reaper had come, alone, she assaulted the Association's Library. In
the furthest section, hidden by a false shelf lies the Association's most
valued and oldest records, some dating back to the organization's founding.
Single-handed-ly she over-threw the entire security force and yet there was not
a single casualty.

This demon who strikes fear into the hearts of even the
strongest and cruelest of vampires, has become famous for not killing humans
even among the Syndicate. The reaper stood before the pedestal, within its
light sat the book, perfectly preserved, the reaper felt an aura hum from its
bindings...it was just as the anti-vampire weapons. She lifted the book from
its resting place, instantly catching a glimpse of a woman in a dress and cloak
holding the book--a human? Speaking of them, more appeared each wielding
weapons that could do no harm to her; she would not harm to Kira.

The humans
saw the immortal walk from the room, holding the wrapped book in her palm she
continued as if they didn't exist. The humans charged, but their weapons either
would not fire or became dull. The Reaper threw them against the wall with ease
and walked casually to the main foyer finally faced against the library's
commander.

"I have guarded that book for years and will not
allow some low-life to claim it." He holds an ax against her.

The immortal said when cracking her hand,
"This book belonged to vampires, to the Nightraven family, you have no
right to posses it."

Flames swirled around, engulfing the area around the
commander and the reaper. This book has long since been away from an immortal's
hands for far too long and the humans use it as a trophy, unable to see what it
is meant for. The aged man brought out an ax, but the reaper did not flinch
rather she raised a brow, believing if the others had no luck in touching her,
why would he? Scholars are no warriors after all. The man jumped at the
white-haired immortal, swinging his ax it hit the reaper's arm, but it simply
sat in place. He was in shock--a vampire that was immune to Anti-Vampire
Weapons?!

"She will not hurt me, i'm not a vampire
nor human."

The hunter was thrown across the floor, his weapon lie
on the opposite side of his location. They never learn.

"She?" The hunter said horrified, "That's not possible, you can't know
that!"

The reaper's crimson eye returns to its sky blue
color. No Vampires can know that truth, those who did were killed eons ago!
Even then 'that woman' has not been conscious since that day--ten thousand
years, the prophecy was unraveling before his eyes. It made sense--'In 9000
years one who stands on the boundary will fully awaken. In 900 years they will
regain their mind. In 90 years they will regain their power. In 9 years they
will regain their heart.'

The immortal glared, wicked-eyed, "She has been
an irritation for me for the past two years and now I find myself looking for
her. You..."

The reaper's eye shaded again--what do the hunters
know? Clearly they know more than even Kira and now that she realizes it, the
library's commander undoubtedly possess extensive knowledge about the weapons
and their origin. Kira grabs the hunter, "Seem to know quite a bit--Tell me everything you know
about the Anti-Vampire Weapons and her."

No one dared to ask where the one-eyed lived nor to
make an attempt to search for it. They feared her as thy feared deaths and kept
away, giving her the undisturbed time to have a 'talk' with her captive.
First-Class Hunter David Roy, the commander of the Hunter's Association's
Library as records keeper. Kira kept him fed with food of her own making, gave
him drink, clothes and a bed. He was more a guest than a prisoner and certainly
had the best captivator that one could hope for among the Syndicate.

The
Reaper did not torment him, did not offer an exchange, she was waiting for
something, for 'someone'. That someone arrived in the form of a man, a man none
other than the turncoat himself. Adam, David, and the Reaper sat together,
while the book lied on the immortal's lap she began the reason for their
meeting. The woman in the Reaper's mind every time she touches an AVW--who,
what, and why.

The second part would come later, rather it would be more of a
historical debate than an interrogation. Though there was no confirmed name the
records keep long thought that the same name mentioned in the book was the same
woman who saved humanity. Sierra, the 'Mother of the Damned', one of the five
members of the First Reign--a family.

The book began where all things must in the beginning
of one, a lone wanderer who set out away from his father's grave shortly after
the Great White has passed. He was the sole survivor of his clan--unaffected by
starvation, by exhaustion; even the Great White could not so much as slow him
down; he was different than the rest of his fallen clan.

In search of others
like him the nameless man wondered the known world for years, soon discovering
that while the people and places he visited changed, he did not. The no name
soon learned that aside from obtaining the power to control the seas there was
something he required to maintain his life force: taking the life force of
another thru their blood. He no longer considered himself one of them, those
who died of hunger, disease, battle wounds--he outlived all of those 'humans'.

Decades past and no one like him could be found--the future in his ageless body
would be in dark isolation wishing death would come upon him. In the emptiness
of the cold mountain a woman came to him, she hung over unafraid of his crimson
eyes that held a great thirst. He had not the energy or will to move and
thought that the woman before him was an illusion. She lifted him up and
brought him to a cave where she cut her palm, dropping her thick blood into his
mouth. In an instant all his energy had been restored and the demon within took
over, grabbing her arm his sank his fangs into her hand and drank the thick
crimson. The woman did not resist.

"It must have been hard, to be alone for so
long." She whispered when stroking his thick silver hair as tears dropped
from his eyes when releasing her hand. After a time the woman brought the
nameless man to her village, a place where humans and their kin lived
peacefully with one another.

"I feared I was the only one." Said the man in tears.

For the first time in his long life a sliver of light
had broken through the darkness. There were other like him; they did not age;
grow sick; immortals. At last this long endless journey had ended. The nameless
immortal was then given a name, one that would echo throughout the ages with
fear and a commodity of respect: Dracula. Their small village grew over the decades
into a country in the mountains of Transylvania. There Dracula, Sierra, and his
people ruled in the open over a utopia for humans and immortals alike. They
raised a family together and each of their three children possessed a gift:
their only daughter Amelia commanded wind, the youngest Natas brought to life
flames, and the eldest Alucard broke earth. They were happy.

The family was all power and yet toward the weaker, toward humans, they did not abuse their gifts
granted to them. They were gods and yet as gods there were those who saw them
as demons; monsters disguising themselves. Immortals and humans alike who saw
the other as an enemy, deeming each 'evil'. Humans were becoming slaves to
their new masters and armies of un-volunteered rose up against the Reign. One
neighbor soon turned against the next and in the furry of war the family was
divided. Amelia, Natas and Sierra continued to see the humans as fragile, they
were frightened who acted in defense of their own families.

It was their duty
as gods to protect them, showing them the light even if it meant keeping
themselves in the dark. In the end Dracula and his son did not see eye to she
with the rest of their family. Humans were selfish, power-hungry animals who
bite the hand that feeds them. They did not deserve the protect they cast away
and should be taught a lesson never forgotten. This became the start of a long
war, one that continues to this day. Despite the difference in opinion Dracula
loved his woman no less and when he heard humans, calling themselves 'Hunters',
had captured his wife there was not a single hesitation.

Dracula laid siege to
his own castle however he was too late to save her. Sierra's body lied on the
ground, a hole was in her chest where her heart once beat; gone. The immortal's
cries were heard throughout the valley as ice and water poured into the
courtyard causing death on an unprecedented scale. Nothing remained of their
bodies. Fueled by rage over his familys' deaths, Alucard, the eldest of the
three, took his father's place as king with the plan to turn mankind into the
slaves they ought to be. Any who stood against him, immortal or human; family
or friend would not be granted mercy. Those who betray their family for the
sake of humans were traitorous scum that deserve a fate worse than death!
Amelia and Natas stood against their brother, but after a time the youngest
fell in battle for the sake of his sister, giving her the chance to flee from
Alucard's grasp.

The one-eyed immortal continued to read the old-script
to its conclusion. Most of it was riddles and old-speech, but she understood a
great deal of it. It was not only the history of the First Reign, but tales and
forth comings, only about them; myths and what David referred to as a prophecy.
He was one of the few who believed in it--someone of human world and immortal
would be born and they would make one of two choices: doom humanity or protect
it. Their choice could dictate the future of the world, depending on their choices.

The Reaper shut the book--it was written by a
human who had the gift of foresight; who they were however was of no importance
to Kira at the moment. What became of the mother had been torn out and the
first few pages, no doubt by the hunters to protect the secret of their
weapons, but Kira had already made the assumption of their origin.

"That woman tore her own heart out and threw it
into a furnace, after doing so she continued to walk around, giving her blood
to the humans who became the first hunters."

David was not telling this to a vampire, but the
person he believed to be the child of prophecy.

He continued, "Its a secret only a few of us know among the
Association and now three of you are aware of that truth."

"The son of course, the one whose been gathering
Anti-Vampire Weapons." Kira knew for a fact, the Alucard in the book and
the present one are one in the same.

"Alucard, an Ancestor? You cease to fascinate me
with your presumptions my blue-eyed friend." Adam laughed writing in his
book. Her comprehension of this knowledge is beyond any other he had met
before, but with this knowledge comes a heavy price--whichever side she chooses
she will lose something precious.

Whoever wrote the Book of the Moon clearly
had no conscious of how their 'child of prophecy' would feel. That is what she
still is, a child who has undergone this adult world's most cruelest experiences.
One after the next and from Adam's point-of-view, if you looked at Kira's life,
it certainly is a tragedy. Suddenly the Reaper smiled, then a small giggle
turned into a hysterical laugh!

All this time, Sierra has been communicating
with Kira to appeal to her human self--she wants Kira to choose humanity over
vampires, of her own kind. What she wants is not peace! The annihilation of an
entire species! I am not some puppet. The Reaper stared at
David's ax that lie silently against the wall. Death, that's all the First
Reign brought, their past continues to define the present and future--the Curse of the Nightraven.

"Reaper..." David breathed, "If you
follow the Pureblood King why do you care about the past?"

It was an honest question.

"You have nothing to fear from me, I will follow
you because I want to see where your choices will lead." Adam would rather
pledge himself to a half-human rather than an arrogant Ancestor, "Honestly...if you asked of me I would follow you anywhere because I want to see how your story ends."

Kira cracked her wrist. "My dream is to create a world where no one has to fight anymore. For her, I will create that world."

"You can't know everything, and to be
honest I can't even tell whose good or bad anymore." David sighed, is he
sympathizing now? Yes this person is a vampire, but she hasn't let her define
who she is. To himself he thought, I wonder if she noticed that the book was altered.

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